It’s 3am around the same time I said it was the last time.
I’m becoming a leash right?

Trust me this night is a mistake.
Sounds like every other excuse right?

Kisses consequential and my fragrance still in the sheets.
My panty drawer is still here but the lies are still here too, lingering in my heart can’t believe

I’m back with you.
Is this lust? Is this shit accidental? How am I loosing touch of us if this is all I ever wanted? It’s

3am listen I’m back here again.
Give me the blunt and maybe I’ll share. I’m  apprehending my woes.

I can’t trust it but I want it.
You immigrate my heart with no key. I’m calling security, I need someone to save me. Top floor last door. It’s becoming constant with you and I.

If you agree why you can’t just let me be?
Stop touching me because i don’t want this. I can feel your soft lips breathing by my ears telling me listen.

Listen to what? I’m screaming It’s clear were here for the last time.
restraining constantly, you ruptured me. I let you get in too deep. Maybe I’ll know tomorrow. Maybe next week. I gotta stop being back here. I’ll be stuck here forever in affliction with no direction.Damn whatever happen to me calling security. –Angel Jaye